CHAPTER 17
Present Day, Ithaca
Seb stared at the body lying in the middle of the kitchen floor, in pretty much the same spot he’d been lying last year after their mission to the Ottoman Empire – at least he’d come back alive, thanks to Emilia. Eddie’s skin was pale and stretched tautly over the bones in his face. He looked fragile, almost childlike in his stillness. It gave Seb the creeps.
‘What do we do with him now?’ he muttered. He’d got as far in his thinking that they couldn’t leave Eddie’s body back in the fifteenth century, but as for how they disposed of it now he didn’t have a clue. ‘Would it be wrong to feed him to the dogs? I’m sure I could go out and find some hungry ones.’
Oblivious to his attempt at sardonic humour, Emilia walked out of the room and returned a few m
